The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The loom clicked. It was a dry, wooden sound, like a knuckle cracking in a silent room. I pulled the shuttle through the warp. The thread was thick. It smelled of lanolin and dust. My hands knew the rhythm. They had always known it. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I am the master weaver of the Holloway Guild. We live in the city of Oakhaven. It is a city built on stone. The stones are old. They are cold...

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